"Lest you get lost outside and become a lonely ghost. On the last day, you can send the dead souls on their way safely."

"Is there such a thing?"

Lin Hao was very curious about this mysterious custom.

Kong Sisi was a little afraid of the atmosphere in this weird village. She always wanted to find a topic to talk about to distract herself. She immediately said: "Sister Li, the seventh master you are talking about is not young, right?"

Li Jiajia nodded: "Well, he is probably around eighty years old. I don't know the details."

"Ah?" Kong Sisi suddenly couldn't react to her words.

Lin Hao's eyes bulged and he shouted: "What? Eighty, eighty years old!? His father died only seven days ago?!"

Li Jiajia held up a strand of hair in front of her forehead and sighed: "Yes, Master Qi's father is the eldest old man in the village. People in the village call him Grandfather. So you are almost 120 years old. Say

Come on, Master Qi is also a poor man."

"Poor? That's right. You're over eighty years old and your father still has to die. It's really pitiful..."

Lin Hao scratched his head and said a little awkwardly: "But that's not right. A man in his eighties can still have a father. He is very happy, right?"

"Not because of this,"

Li Jiajia shook his head and hesitated slightly: "Master Qi has been a mentally retarded child since he was a child. His mother died a long time ago and he can't even take care of himself. Do you know who's daughter is willing to marry a mentally retarded child?"

"So the Seventh Master has lived for more than eighty years and has no children. He has only Grandfather as a relative. Grandfather has always taken care of him. Now that the Grandfather has passed away, the Seventh Master is left alone. He is so old.

I really don’t know what to do in the future.”

"Ah? He's so pitiful." Kong Sisi couldn't help showing pity.

Although she almost went astray once, in the final analysis she was just a teenage girl, and her heart was not much different.

"Hey, that's not right. Didn't you say that this is Master Qi who plays the suona? Can a mentally retarded person also play the suona?"

Lin Hao suddenly wondered.

Yan Shiwen was speechless.

This guy's brain circuit has always been so weird. How long has it been since? Is this a point of concern?

"Retardation is just a defect in intelligence, not an idiot."

He looked at Lin Hao and emphasized the word idiot.

"Is there any difference?" Lin Hao did not react.

"..."

"Li Xiaoniu, you said the person died seven days ago?"

While several people were talking, the incarnation of the demon suddenly turned around and asked.

Li Jiajia was stunned for a moment before reacting: "Yes."

She is not a stupid person. The incarnation of the demon suddenly asked this kind of question inexplicably. She looked at his expression again and said in surprise: "Sir, do you think what happened in the village is related to Master Qi?"

"Whether it is relevant or not, I will know after I see it."

The incarnation of the demon sneered: "Huh, Li Xiaoniu, lead the way. I want to see what kind of evil spirits are so bold and dare to play tricks on me."

"..."

Several people felt his anger and felt that it was a bit inexplicable that the ugly uncle was so angry.

They obviously didn't mess with you, but you just glared at them...

Although Li Jiajia felt that his suspicion was a bit unfounded, she did not believe that the kind and kind Master Qi, despite his flaws, would have any problems.

But out of trust in a certain master, she didn't say anything.

"The seventh master is in the ancestral hall. He and his grandfather have been living in the back hall of the ancestral hall. My grandfather was originally Mr. Sanbu in the village. Basically, everyone in the village came to him. As time went by, my grandfather became older and older.

The village took care of him and let him live in the ancestral hall with the seventh master. For decades, the ancestor was responsible for the sacrifices in the village."

Li Jiajia explained while leading the way, she still wanted this ugly gentleman to dispel his ridiculous suspicion.

"In the countryside, whether it is weddings or funerals, or worshiping ancestors or gods, there are always people playing gongs and drums. This is how Qi Ye learned the suona. Grandpa has always been afraid that after he leaves, Qi Ye will have no one to take care of him. He has a skill.

, at least I can still have food to eat, so I asked for help everywhere and found a master for Master Qi. I will take him with me every time I attend funerals and sacrifices."

She was sincere in her words, but when the devil incarnate heard her, she just curled her lips.

In the innate state, one has already transcended the worldly world and is already a heavenly immortal. It is inevitable that one will feel alienated and indifferent towards human affairs.

This is the barrier between different levels of life. Even Chen Yi's body has some signs, not to mention the incarnation of the devil whose demonic nature is difficult to eliminate?

"What is Mr. Sanbu?"

The five-person team was also listening with open ears. When Lin Hao saw that the ugly uncle had no intention of speaking, he couldn't help but asked curiously.

"It's the paper maker. It seems that there are some rules in this industry. I don't know exactly what they are. There are probably some taboos that cannot be done. Because of these rules, the paper maker is called Mr. Sanbu. It's a kind of

Please give me the honorific title."

Li Jiajia replied.

She has only been in this village for a few months and doesn't know much about the village's customs.

She was able to tell this because she was extremely curious about this nearly 120-year-old old man in the village. During her daily interactions with the villagers, she made some inquiries intentionally or unintentionally before finding out.

"Paper tie maker?"

Lin Hao opened his eyes wide and said: "It's the kind of paper man in the old movie that is placed in the funeral hall, guarding the coffin of the dead, a man and a woman, with red paper on their cheeks? Who made this thing?"

Li Jiajia said: "Absolutely, but in addition to making paper figures, my grandfather also made many things, such as paper horses, paper carriages and paper houses. His craftsmanship is very good. Don't they all like to talk about the revival of tradition recently? Craftsmen are very popular.

Towns and cities hundreds of kilometers around have learned about my grandfather's craftsmanship and come to ask for help."

"Isn't he over a hundred years old? Can he still work?"

"Of course, although my grandfather is old, he is in good health and his legs and feet are better than those of an average man in his sixties or seventies. No one expected that he would pass away so suddenly."

Li Jiajia sighed.

Several people were amazed when they heard this.

In big cities, it is rare to see elderly people in their seventies or eighties, let alone over a hundred years old.

"Who are you!"

A few people were talking, and suddenly there was a shout in front of them, and the tone was very rude.

There were also several groups of strong lights shining over them, which seemed to be the lights of flashlights, making a few people's eyes a little blurry.

"Uncle Six, it's me."

Li Jiajia raised her hand to cover her eyes, saw the figure in front of her in the bright flashlight from under her fingers, and hurried over.

"Teacher Li? What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"

The man's voice was still not polite, with a hint of questioning.

"Sixth Uncle, this is the woman! This afternoon, she encouraged Second Uncle and the others to run out of the village together. Second Uncle and the others have not come back yet. She is the only one who has come back, and she brought an outsider with her."

Suddenly someone shouted from behind.

"I told you a long time ago that there must be something wrong with this woman. Before she came, our village was fine. Since she came, weird things have happened one after another in the village. She is a broom star!"

Li Jiajia's face turned pale when he heard this, and she couldn't believe it: "You..."

"Okay, let's not talk about it for now, Xiao Li, let me ask you, where are Lao Er and the others? How did you come back? Who are these people? Where did you bring them back from? What did you bring them back for?"

The "sixth uncle" issued a series of questions, and even changed his title from Teacher Li to Xiao Li. His eyes swept over the incarnation of the demon and the five-person team, with an unkind look on his face.

"Uncle Six..."

Li Jiajia was a little speechless. She didn't know what to say. The seven people who went out with her had just turned into fly ash, and she didn't know how to say it.

"It's really noisy. How dare you, a mere ant, block my way and question me?"

The cold voice of the devil's incarnation suddenly sounded.

The person who first asked the question came out. He was a young man. He pointed at the nose of the demon incarnation and cursed: "Who are you? You are so ugly and you come out to scare people. Why are you an ant singing in an opera? Don't even think about it.

I pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool to get through. Let me tell you, if you don’t explain things clearly today, you won’t have any hope of success!”

"Gudu..."

Warrior...

Lin Hao and others all swallowed their saliva, looking at the man as if he were a dead person, and almost sighed in their hearts at the same time...

"Hehehe..."

The incarnation of the demon smiled sinisterly, making several people's hearts tighten inexplicably. The next moment, they heard a bang, and the young man pointing at him suddenly flew backwards as if he had been hit by a truck.

Seeing the young man smashing down, making a hole in the ground, and his whole body was twisted strangely, as if twisting a twist, the sixth uncle and several villagers behind him suddenly screamed.
Chapter completed!